My bed is the safest place for me to be. I’ve done my homework in my bed, slept in my bed, read books and magazines in my bed, nursed a stomachache in my bed, watched movies on my laptop in my bed, talked to someone on the phone upside down in my bed, jumped on my bed, and I’m sure many other things I can’t list them all. I do life in my bed. It makes me think of a character in one of my favorite children’s books who stayed all day in bed (kudos to you if you know what character I’m talking about). That’s not my end goal, but I have a glimpse into understanding that character’s life. Believe me, I never thought one day I would understand the desire to stay in bed all day, especially if you knew you are physically well and able-bodied.
But there is something about the bed that makes it a great hideout place. It’s a place where anyone can go to be still. In this fast-paced world, being still is sometimes just what I need. And when I don’t need to think about anything, I feel safe. Thus, the bed is the safest place for me to be.